And so the gates closed, locking Chris and his “brothers” (his guy friends).

Why? For the Claiming The Bride games. They arrived in a flurry of cars horning and shouts; all looking very dapper in their suits. You see, they had to play a series of games concocted by my “sisters” (my girl friends) and pass them all, before the gates would open and they would be allowed to enter. It’s the most fun part of a wedding IMHO 🙂 We originally were almost not going to do it (because really, at the end of the day, it’s also kinda tacky), but then in the end I insisted because I still think it’s fun and something different for all our international guests to witness and be part of. Unfortunately for me, as the bride, I had to sit upstairs locked away in the bedroom… and didn’t get to see the games at all!

Bwahaha….

Hors d’oeuvres, anyone?

Umm… yummy…

It was an Amazing Race themed game – with roadblocks and whatever. Questions that Chris had to answer like “Which lipstick mark is Beverly’s Mum’s?” and “What is Beverly’s Dad’s waist size?” and “What baby duty would you be willing to do?” etc.. and forfeits/punishments like eating sweet/sour/bitter/spicy food and a lot of singing and dancing and poetry compositions 😉 I so wish I had been there for the games!!

All the girls

Chris and the boys’ arrival.. in my uncle’s hot gunmetal Jaguar. The car was awesome!

One nervous groom, lol

Sexy guys

And so it begins…

The stand-off

CHEERS… to, um, chillis on crackers 😉

Doing the HAKKA, rofl!!!!!!!!!

Putting together an impromptu poem…

..with the use of certain words 😉

Singing to “I swear”

After the boys passed it all (well, they won the ‘million dollars’ in the Amazing Race, but it also cost a million dollars to go claim the bride, haha), they were allowed in and Chris came up to see me for the first time 🙂

What was I doing the whole time? Sitting down prettily! Well, I tried 😉 But then when I went up to go to the bathroom, the heel of my shoe got stuck in the plastic drain cover in the bathroom! Right smack into the little hole! I mean, how incredibly coincidental (and unfortunate) is that??

Frantic, I tried to yank it off, but it wouldn’t budge, so I hopped out of the room like a loony and yelled down the stairs (since everyone was outside watching the games) “Hellooooooo? Anybody??? HEEELLLLPPPPP!!!” and finally my aunt came up. She took one look at my shoe, panicked, and called my uncle, who also panicked. He took my shoe off me, ran off with it, and Dad and him finally managed to get it off…. by cutting the whole plastic piece to release the shoe *LOL*. And just when they were putting the shoe back onto my foot, Chris and the boys came in the front door 😉

WHEW.

Disaster averted!